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Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart |
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I rolled down the national stroll |
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and with a big fat paycheck |
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strapped to my hip sack |
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and a shore leave wristwatch underneath |
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my sleeve |
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in a Hong Kong drizzle on Cuban heels |
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I rowed down the gutter to the Blood Bank |
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and I'd left all my papers on the Ticonderoga |
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and was in a bad need of a shave |
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and so I slopped at the corner on cold chow mein |
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and shot billards with a midget |
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until the rain stopped |
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and I bought a long sleeved shirt |
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with horses on the front |
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and some gum and a lighter and a knife |
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and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back) |
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and I sat down and wrote a letter to my wife |
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and I said Baby, I'm so far away from home |
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and I miss my Baby so |
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I can't make it by myself |
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I love you so |
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Well I was pacing myself |
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trying to make it all last |
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squeezing all the life |
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out of a lousy two day pass |
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and I had a cold one at the Dragon |
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with some Filipino floor show |
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and talked baseball with a lieutenant |
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over a Singapore sling |
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and I wondered how the same moon outside |
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over this Chinatown fair |
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could look down on Illinois |
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and find you there |
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and you know I love you Baby |
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and I'm so far away from home |
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and I miss my Baby so |
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I can't make it by myself |
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I love you so |
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Shore Leave... |
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Shore Leave... |
